I must say, I do like our 9/80 work schedule. It allows for every-other Friday off, and this past weekend was one of those 3-day weekends for me. Sometimes, they fly by pretty quickly and it doesn’t seem like I had any time off at all. This one though, was just right (a la Goldie and the Three bears)!
Well, mostly just right. I did nada on Friday. We took Maggie to the vet for her check-up about her ears (they’re all clean and clear now, yay!) and to get the results of her bloodwork to make sure the Phenobarbital was at an acceptable level in her blood – it is. She’s a healthy lil furbaby now, so we’re very pleased with that.
Afterward, I actually found myself taking a nap – practically unheard of! The previous week had taken its toll on me though. Wednesday and Thursday, we had out-of-town staffers in town, so my usual schedule was thrown off. No Zumba or ST on Wednesday (more about Zumba later) and no run on Thursday – I ended up getting home far too late to accomplish either one.
What’s that? Well, yes, I could have still gone to the gym Wednesday, or run Thursday night, we have reflective vests and flashlights, I could have managed, (insert whiny voice) but I was tired (end whiny voice).
It carried over into Friday, and I snoozed more than I should have. It was good, though, because I had to get up early Saturday morning to attend the Pineapple Classic 5K obstacle course with Team Kevin.
Team Kevin – pre-race.
Team Kevin consisted of (left to right) 4My2Kidz’s daughter Syd, me, 4My2Kidz (Molly) and her sister-in-law, Kirsten. Kirsten was married to Molly’s brother, Kevin, who lost his battle against Leukemia several years ago. We participated in his honor, and had a great time. We had to carry a pineapple the whole way – Syd named it Jackson. We had lots of fun, and it wasn’t nearly as hard or muddy as the Mud Run was, thank goodness!
Team Kevin – post-race.
We don’t look much worse for wear, but we were wet and gritty, and happy to be done!
Guess what I did after I got home from that??!?!
Yep, another nap.
Ah well, I guess my body needed it. I did rise finally, and Bill offered to take us out for dinner. Sure, why not? I’d blown the end of the week with eating out Wednesday and Thursday with the out of towners, and with getting a pizza on Friday from Papa Murphy, why not make it a four-day streak of bad eating? We hit SuperKing buffet down on SE 82nd and enjoyed very much. I .. ok, I’m not going to fib. Yea, I had fried things as well as healtheir fare. Meh. It happens.
Life happens, right? I mean, that’s what I tell so many people when they feel guilty or disturbed by their transgressions, whatever they might be. The same applies to me. I don’t feel all that guilty, really – and that might be a problem! Hmmm….
So I had several ‘bad’ days in a row – off-plan days, non-productive days, blah days, fat days, less than stellar days, or just.. days. How do we counter-act less than great days? We do something about it.
I got up at early Sunday morning and went for a run. I’d told Bill that I was going to get up at 4:30 (regular time) and head down to where I work to run the waterfront and Springwater trail to get in my mileage. The Tribe ran 9.5 on Saturday, but I’d missed it to do the Pineapple classic instead – and it was worth it! I needed to get my mileage in though. Bill thought I was nuts to get up at 4:30 just to go run, and I acquiesced and instead got up at 5:30 LOL Eh, it was worth it. I downed some cream of wheat with peanut butter and banana, got dressed, and headed out the door.
It’s been a long time since I’ve done a long run by myself. I’m spoiled by the Tribe! I had a route in mind, though, and it worked out quite well. I parked at work and took off. I ran from the far end of the waterfront, past all the bridges (and that was awesome, so see thousands of Bridge Pedal bikers riding along all the bridges and even on the freeways!) across the Steel Bridge over to the Eastbank Esplenade, out past OMSI onto the Springwater trail, then back again. I ended up with 10.5 miles in all, walking a half mile to warm up and cool down in the end.
It was fabulous. Nothing hurt. See, after having a great calorie-zapping Zumba session Monday night, I could barely run Tuesday afternoon. I mean, it felt like my legs were painful lead – they were heavy and draggy and achy and just plain hurt. I’m worried that the twisting and turning that I’m doing in Zumba is starting to effect my legs negatively. If that’s the case, I’m going to have to ditch Zumba until after the Girlfriends Half in October. I can’t hurt like that and keep training and gaining mileage and conditioning.
So to start off running pain-free Sunday morning really was fabulous. My legs felt good. Nothing hurt or ached. I think my only complaint is the way I breathe. Well, and my form, but mainly my breathing. I’m breathing fine, don’t get me wrong. I just sound like I’m going to die! Wheezing and gasping and puffing. Other runners barely make any noise as they’re running. Me, I sound like a freight train or something. I don’t feel BAD as I’m running, but I sound awful!
As people ran past me (lots of people do, often, and I’m alright with that) I’d see if I could mimic their stride – kicking back more, running at a faster pace, shuffling along, a little bouncy, a little stiff. Whatever. I always think I look very sloppy in race photos, mostly because.. I am! My form can barely be called a form because it’s just not good. So for the majority of the run I was thinking “neat and tidy” and “tight and steady” trying to not swing my arms wildly or let my feet flop around. Maybe at some point, I’ll splurge and hire a running coach for a couple of sessions to see what they can teach me and train me about better running form. I’m not hurting myself (I’m knocking all kinds of wood after typing that – does pressboard count??) so it’s not dire, but I’d like to represent just a little better.
10.5 miles later, I headed home. I felt so good, and still nothing hurt. I wasn’t quite as lazy as the previous days – I didn’t nap yesterday! Yay me! I did a few chores around the house, caught up with laundry, played with the puppies, helped with dinner, etc. Nothing spectacular, just normal Sunday things, but all the while I was very grateful that my legs felt so good. I don’t want to go back to the pain I had from overdoing it last go-round. This, though, was what running is supposed to feel like – a sense of accomplishment, a bit of self-pride, satisfaction in getting it done, and eagerness for the next long run coming.
Today is Monday, and I’m hoping starting off this week with that great run will help set the pace for the rest of the coming week. Good food, good fitness, good attitude. May it be so!
I’m 43, getting fit, and being fabulous!